Wicked Games

Summary: AU. Shiz-era. When Fiyero needs a little reassurance, it comes in the form of a little fun in the bedroom.

Rating: M

Inspiration: I really wanted something steamy yet at the same time some vulnerability. So, why not sex and jealousy? I'm going to hell, aren't I?

Fiyero pushed Elphaba onto the couch, separating their lips in the process, both of them breathless. There's a hint of a smile on her face, her hair wavy and loose from her braid, one side of her shirt was pulled down, leaving her bra strap and green shoulder and collarbone exposed, her chest rising and falling with her panting, her delicious lips swollen from their heated, passionate kissing. Sweet Oz, the sight was such a turn on for him, it made him harder than he already was, which he didn't think was possible.

Elphaba bit her lower lip and arched and eyebrow. Fiyero's face was lustful and she lifted her chin up in defiance, keeping their game going.

He'd gotten jealous earlier, when they had gone out for a cup of coffee after classes after a long day of exams. When he had left to go throw their trash away and go to the bathroom, a man had sat in his seat and started to flirt with her. She didn't answer him, she hadn't even lifted her head to look at him. She was busy filling out the receipt since it was her turn to pay. When the man had asked about her skin, she flashed him her middle finger to which he'd answered "Time and place?"

She didn't satisfy him with a response.

He'd tried to defend himself, saying he really wasn't that type of guy, he just wanted to get her attention. "Well, you're failing."

Elphaba filled in the final numbers on the receipt, put her pen down, looked up, and tapped her fingers on the table, her glare asking why he was still here. The brown haired guy went on to say how she was probably bullied because of her skin, but that he would be sincere, that he'd seen her sitting by herself, thought she was beautiful, and would like to take her out. "Even if that's true, sorry. Someone beat you to it."

"Who?"

"Turn around,"

Fiyero's voice didn't startle her, in fact, it brought huge relief. He was keeping himself calm and she knew it.

"If you'll excuse us, we must be going. Elphaba," when she hooked her hand on the arm he offered, the guy had stepped in front of them, saying how the useless, playboy, Winkie prince couldn't possibly have pure intentions towards her. Elphaba stayed quiet for a beat, their relationship was none of his business. But then she replied with "If you find someone better, let me know. And show me a flying monkey too."

They had left and walked back to his room in silence, when she was about to speak and tell him to ignore what that man had said, he kissed her roughly, their teeth colliding and pressed her up against the door and locking it. His hands gripped her by the hips tightly and she knew what he wanted to do.

They would usually make love slowly and gently, but as they experimented together, she had found that their rough sex was amazing as well, roleplaying added a spice to it too.

So if he needed this type of reassurance right now, that she trusted him with her body and loved him to the point where she was willing to submit, then she would do it. She'd do anything for him just as he would for her.

So here they were, her hair undone and her shirt falling from her shoulder after having just been thrown on the couch. She was glad to be sitting, his kisses were making her knees weak. She wondered if he had a character in mind, but for now, she would rebel until he made her obey.

"Take your shirt off," he breathed, still standing in front of her.

"You can't tell me what to do, Master Tiggular." a mischievous smile painted her lips when his expression darkened.

He straddled her. "Are you defying me?" without giving her a chance to answer, ripped her shirt down the middle, exposing her blue bra and torso. She made an exaggerated gasp even though she was insanely glad he'd finally begun to undress her. He gripped her hips again and leaned his face to hers, their noses touching and breaths mixing.

"This is a warning Miss Elphaba, if you go against my wishes again, I'll give you an F, ruining your GPA, you wouldn't want that would you?"

Teacher and student, she bit her lip to stop a smile. Exciting.

She put on her best shocked expression. "You wouldn't dare,"

"Try me," he leaned his head down to kiss her neck and she sighed in pleasure. His hands pulled her shirt down from her shoulders, leaving it to hand on her elbows. He roughly pulled at her pants.

"Stop," she said. He immediately stopped and looked at her, worry evident in his face. She was confused but then understood. He didn't realize she hadn't really meant it, that she was merely staying in character. So she let him know everything was ok while keeping their game going. "I'll tell your boss."

A smile appeared in his face as he understood what she had meant. "Go ahead," he pulled her pants to her knees then held her wrists next to her thighs, "he's kissing you right now," he pressed his lips to her stomach and she arched herself towards him, gasping. It was so hard to pretend she was resisting when she wanted nothing more than to urge him on.

He pulled her pants completely off and pushed her to lay on the couch, settling himself between her legs. He seemed to lose himself a bit, pressing his hands to the side of her neck then sliding them down to her chest and sides, making her shiver.

Then he gripped her underwear. "I wonder if you're green all over,"

Elphaba resisted the urge to laugh. As if you don't already know.

He ripped them off as well and threw them over his head.

"Please," she gasped, "don't. You don't wanna do this." she was breathing heavily in anticipation.

"You sure you don't want this," he smirked and lowered his head, his fingers caressing the inside of her thigh, "you're soaking." Oz, he loved her. So damn much. "Make one sound and your grade goes down," he growled then lowered his mouth to her core, not giving her a chance to reply.

Elphaba gasped and pressed her lips together, tugging at his hair. He kept licking her faster and faster each time, she wanted nothing more than to moan his name, voice out loud how much she was enjoying what he was doing, the tingles and pleasure were so fucking amazing. She settled for pulling at his hair and holding one of his hands, his other hand was squeezing her breast.

When Fiyero sucked at her, she couldn't resist and she gasped and moaned as he brought her to climax; she let herself go completely, feeling shivers of ecstasy spread all over her, making her curl her toes and thrash her head slightly. Oz, that was delicious.

"I thought I told you not to make a sound," he chastised, "you're at a B right now Miss Elphaba."

He stood up and brought her up with him, removing her ripped shirt and her bra, leaving her completely bare before him. Beautiful. What a sight she was.

"Not my fault, I couldn't seem to get you off of me," she whispered.

He pressed himself up against her and his hand cupped in between her legs, she gasped.

"See, your pretty little mouth says one thing," he kissed her quickly, "your devine body says another," he could feel her getting wet again.

She had enough teasing, she wanted him inside her now, so badly, she was burning for him; and why was he still wearing clothes? Time to move things along, time to play chess instead of checkers.

"Let me go," she went to move past him and he gripped her shoulders.

"No way in hell," he picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her to the bedroom.

After closing the door, he dropped her on the bed and kissed her fiercely, sloppily. He removed his shirt and pants without breaking the kiss, both of them moaning when they were finally skin to skin. He needed to feed his hunger and right now, his body wanted her, needed her, more than anything. His hands roamed all over her. Her leg bent and tightened at his waist, pressing him further down to her, feeling him hard against her thigh. Elphaba pulled on his neck to kiss him even deeper, then pulled away, both of them panting.

"I'll scream," she said, "I'll scream and someone will come save me," she meant to sound fearful, but she was breathless, she wanted him so desperately.

He removed his boxers then pinned her hands by her head. "You'll scream, I promise you," as he lowered his head to her ear, he positioned himself, ready to push into her, he was throbbing badly, "you'll scream my name."

She cried out and he groaned when he was finally inside her, he didn't waste time in going slow. Instead he pounded himself in and out. Her warm and wet body closed around him and it was such a relief and rapture.

"Oh my Oz, oh!" she bit her lip and screwed her eyes shut, Lurline, this was so good.

Fiyero watched as her body reacted to his then took a breast in his mouth, making her cry out again. Elphaba wanted to touch him, but he kept her hands pinned by her head.

He kept entering and exiting her body furiously and just as felt that she was close, he released her hands and pulled out of her completely. She didn't get a chance to steady her breathing to question him, he flipped her over, making her get on all fours, and pulled gently on her soft hair with one hand. The other squeezed her breast, earning a moan from her then he lowered his hand to caress her stomach.

"You're a good student," he said against her ear, "if you can please me, I'll bring your grade back up, you understand?" Elphaba nodded. "Good."

He entered her from behind and she gasped. Even when she knew it was coming, the sensation of him filling her never failed to make her draw a breath. Just as when she was on her back, he went fast, and she cried out everytime. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

Fiyero grunted as he felt her near the edge again, he went faster and faster chasing that release himself. Sliding a finger down to her core, she let out a loud moan as she came hard. He pounded into her once, twice, then he came inside her, groaning in pleasure.

Elphaba slowly lowered herself to her elbows, making a sound when she felt him exit her, then rested her head on the pillow, letting her body gently crash on the bed, her mouth remaining opened as she breathed deeply. She felt Fiyero lower himself on top of her but he stayed on his elbows, not wanting to crush her with his weight. He kissed her hair, the back of her neck, then nibbled on her shoulder. She smiled and brought a hand to play with his hair. Turning herself on her side, she sought his lips.

The couple sat on the bed, clothed again. It had gotten cold, so Elphaba had grabbed a sweater and leggings from the small drawer she kept in Fiyero's closet in case she stayed the night (which was becoming more and more often), and he threw on a long sleeve shirt for sleep and sweatpants.

She was straddling him while he sat leaning back on the headboard of the bed. Her arms were around his neck, caressing and pulling lightly at the hair at the nape of his neck, a sensitive spot of his. His arms were tightly around her, keeping her pressed to him, one hand on her waist, the other traveling up and down her back. She placed soft kisses on his lips, a large contrast to the heated, passionate, and messy ones they were exchanging earlier. These were more like brushes, soft and sweet and tender and gentle. Kiss, kiss, kiss. He was drunk on them.

"I love you," kiss, "I love you," kiss. Elphaba repeated the same pattern over and over again. She knows he needs to hear it, and she'll tell him as much as she needs to. She's usually the one scared of losing him. But she sometimes forgets that he's just as scared of losing her, that he has his insecurities as well. "My Yero," she whispered, softly rubbing her nose against his, "I'm yours. Solely, completely yours." she claimed his lips again.

He slid his tongue against her lips and she gladly opened her mouth to him.

"My love," he whispered against her lips then buried his face in her neck and planted a kiss there, "my Fae, Oz, I love you, so much."

She hummed and brought his head up from her neck to kiss him again.

He looked into her eyes when she pulled away. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" he whispered.

She shook her head, smiling. "No," it had been amazing, absolutely incredible, and she had enjoyed every single second of it with him. She stroked his cheek with the back of her hand. "Don't worry, my love," and he knew she didn't just mean about him worrying whether or not he had hurt her, her eyes telling him "I will never leave you."

"We should play games more often," a wicked smile crossed her lips as she rubbed his chest, "how about next time I'm a sorceress, you're my apprentice, and I need to punish you for screwing up a potion?" he laughed along with her.

"Anything you want, my queen," he pecked her lips.

Later, Elphaba was sitting on the couch, eating yogurt, while Fiyero laid across the couch with his head on her lap. He played with her hand as she ate, slowly drifting out of consciousness.

"You can go back to bed if you want. I'll join you as soon as I'm done," she said, noticing that he was falling asleep.

"No, I want to stay with you," he kissed her palm and she smiled.

"Then rest, you know I'm a slow eater, I'll wake you when I'm done," she moved his hair away from his forehead, he sighed and nodded.

She kept treading her fingers across his hair while she ate her yogurt, feeling his breathing steady and fall into a soft rhythm. She smiled at him, thinking to herself that just as he would always stay with her, she would always stay with him, no matter what.

R&R :)